I listened as my dad dialed 911 and said “please come I shot my wife and i have my children here”. As the police rushed in the house they ran to the top of the stairs as soon as they reached the last step my dad shot himself in the head.
As a child i lived in Castle Hill in the Bronx with my parents and 4 siblings. At the age of four growing up was difficult, because my dad would abuse my mom, Minnette Morales a pretty 39 year old women whose priority was her kids. She worked late so that she was able to make more than enough money so that food was on the table and clothes were on or backs. My dad Robert Morales 56 year man who worked 4 times a week and spent a lot of time with the family and made sure we were safe and sheltered. My dad was was abusive towards my mother. Occasionally i would hear my mother crying and screaming in the next room.
On August 19,1997 she had came home extremely late from work. My dad had asked her where she had been and why she was late. She was working overtime.My dad told my sister and i to go to our rooms, all i hear was screaming and a lot of sounds like someone being pushed down the stairs an a lot of thumping. I had a hole in my door so i was able to see what my dad was doing with my own eyes.Grabbing her by her shirt, he pulled her up the stairs as if she was an animal. As they reached the top of the staircase my dad began hitting her, but my mom pleaded for help but no matter what she wasn’t able to get out. My dad had locked us in for five minutes.He went downstairs, while my sister and i were still locked in our rooms i heard my dad’s footsteps as he reached the top of the stairs.
Not having parents made me feel as if i had no one there for me,as if i was in a dark room alone no questiones could be answered and no one there to explain to me why things happened the way they did.
As my grandmother took custody of me she became my mother figure/ my idol because she was a prime example of a phenomenal women. She taught me how to be a young lady at a young age. I managed to focus on myself as a independent young lady. Sadly in the beginning of January my she past away from severe cancer and from that day forward i learned no one was there to pamper me or do thing s for me, i was able to do things on my own.At the age of 13 i was going to school by myself washing clothes cleaning and maintain myself as a young lady just as my grandmother taught me. Focusing on myself and managing my time as a full time student. As i got older things got harder.I moved in with my brother,which was a careless environment, it was everyone for themselves I became my own parent .As i entered high school my freshman year i was able to keep my average 80 and above my freshmen and sophomore year. Living with my brother i was afraid of doing certain things teenagers do because i did not know how he was going to react.But when i realized he did not care i got caught up and i took advantage of the little bit of freedom i had. I hanged out late with the kids whose parents were not as strict and neglected their actions,similar to the treatment my brother was giving me.I perfectly fit in with them because of the way my brother treated me with the same neglect,not realizing that my junior year was my most important year of my 4 years in high school i was hanging out with the wrong crowd at the wrong time.
The death of my parents affected me mentally and emotionaly it broke me down. I started not to care about anything and anyone At night i would cry and no one would be there to wipe my tears. I then realized i had no adult role model in my life until my sister graduated from college and it made me think how she was the only out of my 4 siblings to graduate from college.My sister graduating from college made me want to explore the world and follow in her footsteps. I feel like me being able to go to college is a honor. i want to be next person in my family to graduate from college so that i can be a role model for my neices and nephew and so that they can follow in my footsteps in the future.
I listened as my dad dialed 911 and said “please come I shot my wife and i have my children here”. As the police rushed in the house they ran to the top of the stairs as soon as they reached the last step my dad shot himself in the head.
As a child i lived in Castle Hill in the Bronx with my parents and 4 siblings. At the age of four growing up was difficult, because my dad would abuse my mom, Minnette Morales a pretty 39 year old women whose priority was her kids. She worked late so that she was able to make more than enough money so that food was on the table and clothes were on or backs. My dad Robert Morales 56 year man who worked 4 times a week and spent a lot of time with the family and made sure we were safe and sheltered. My dad was was abusive towards my mother. Occasionally i would hear my mother crying and screaming in the next room.
On August 19,1997 she had came home extremely late from work. My dad had asked her where she had been and why she was late. She was working overtime.My dad told my sister and i to go to our rooms, all i hear was screaming and a lot of sounds like someone being pushed down the stairs an a lot of thumping. I had a hole in my door so i was able to see what my dad was doing with my own eyes.Grabbing her by her shirt, he pulled her up the stairs as if she was an animal.
As they reached the top of the staircase my dad began hitting her, but my mom pleaded for help but no matter what she wasn’t able to get out. My dad had locked us in for five minutes.He went downstairs, while my sister and i were still locked in our rooms i heard my dad’s footsteps as he reached the top of the stairs.
Not having parents made me feel as if i had no one there for me,as if i was in a dark room alone no questiones could be answered and no one there to explain to me why things happened the way they did.
As my grandmother took custody of me she became my mother figure/ my idol because she was a prime example of a phenomenal women. She taught me how to be a young lady at a young age. I managed to focus on myself as a independent young lady.
Sadly in the beginning of January my she past away from severe cancer and from that day forward i learned no one was there to pamper me or do thing s for me, i was able to do things on my own.At the age of 13 i was going to school by myself washing clothes cleaning and maintain myself as a young lady just as my grandmother taught me. Focusing on myself and managing my time as a full time student. As i got older things got harder.I moved in with my brother,which was a careless environment, it was everyone for themselves I became my own parent .As i entered high school my freshman year i was able to keep my average 80 and above my freshmen and sophomore year. Living with my brother i was afraid of doing certain things teenagers do because i did not know how he was going to react.But when i realized he did not care i got caught up and i took advantage of the little bit of freedom i had. I hanged out late with the kids whose parents were not as strict and neglected their actions,similar to the treatment my brother was giving me.I perfectly fit in with them because of the way my brother treated me with the same neglect,not realizing that my junior year was my most important year of my 4 years in high school i was hanging out with the wrong crowd at the wrong time.
The death of my parents affected me mentally and emotionaly it broke me down. I started not to care about anything and anyone At night i would cry and no one would be there to wipe my tears. I then realized i had no adult role model in my life until my sister graduated from college and it made me think how she was the only out of my 4 siblings to graduate from college.My sister graduating from college made me want to explore the world and follow in her footsteps. I feel like me being able to go to college is a honor. i want to be next person in my family to graduate from college so that i can be a role model for my neices and nephew and so that they can follow in my footsteps in the future.